So I started up in OT

Walking down the block

While hip hop didn’t know me

Now I stop all the shots

That lift off like I’m OB

Like woah Kenobi hold me

The greenery too holy

And you know it’s kush a clock

Gotta stock on the OG

Oh man Woah woah woahy

Please keep bouncing

On my dick real slowly

For sure we can smoke

At the show with some hoes b

It’s a sweet life so

We kicking it with Mosbe

In the front row seats

But paparazzi getting way too nosey

From the nosebleeds

But then I say fuck em

Whip out my dick like

Go ahead expose me

Woah woah woahy

Come and break your neck

Man I’m spitting like I’m tech

Sike, my own brain cells making fun of

Me when I call myself an intellect

But then I go and roll up the spliff

And I seem to forget

So I get a lil drunk with Lil Pump

Get some tats on my chest

And some lean on my sweats

Like damn this is totally hip hop at its fucking best

All the mumble rap got no potential

Now I gotta go ahead grab my pencil

Money coming in like I’m presidential

Murdering the beat that was accidental

Y’all cannot fathom this shit

While I slap on a bitch

And I kill all this shit

Might just rip it a bit

Then give you my dick

Ya she calling it thick

While I spit on the clit

About to go buy a zip

Who gonna tell me that I cannot spit

Man I’m still killing this shit

I ain’t ever gonna slip

I got your girl about to strip

I give her the tip and I dip

My shoulders still kinda chipped

We the underground *****

Might just gun you down quick

Ya’ll better load me a clip

My money is still gonna drip

Please do not come take a sip

I think you need get a grip

I been skirting in the whip

I mean the yacht and the ship

Better not give me no lip

Cole King might just flip